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“Elias Thorne. Apprentice to the Royal Archivist.” His name rung a bell. Court gossip said he had come from a minor house with no fortune but a brilliant mind. Some called him cold. Some called him dangerous for the way he questioned priests. Seraphina returned his nod. “Lady Seraphina Ardentia.” “I know,” he said. His gaze flicked to the open page, to the mark there, then up to her face. “May I?” She moved her hand and let him see the engraving. He studied it. “That is not a popular subject.”

I had not gone far before heavy breathing came from behind me. An infected man in a suit lunged at me and clamped both hands around my throat. The whites of his eyes had turned blood red, and foul, rotten breath sprayed from his mouth. "Get off!" I pried at his hands with all my strength, but his grip was terrifying. Suffocation rolled over me, and my vision began to darken. The rosary against my chest suddenly burst with scorching heat. "Crack!" The sixth, seventh, and eighth beads snapped at the same time.

“No, the two looked quite alike. At least, until Rosalie tortured her and her husband. The man gave out first, choosing to give up his life for another day of Seraphina staying alive. Such a romantic fool. And when Seraphina died, her body was mutilated beyond repair. Rosalie got her vengeance.” “What vengeance?” I growled, suddenly feeling a stir of raw ire inside me mixed with bile from the nausea I felt. “It was nothing but cruelty. Seraphina was kind to her. She took her in. And what did Rosalie give her in return?” “Who told Seraphina to be so kind, little one?” Asura’s canines once again gleamed, seemingly growing sharper with every passing second. “Kindness is weakness. The only rewar

She spoke of children, of shared futures, of peace that felt rehearsed yet almost convincing. “Perhaps,” she said lightly, lifting her cup, “our sons will grow up together. Brothers, in a way.” Moon Rose snarled. She plans graves, not playdates. I smiled anyway and lifted my own cup. “Perhaps.” “To peace,” Seraphina said. “To peace,” I echoed. But as I drank, I watched her carefully. I did not miss the way her hand trembled. Nor the way Guapo’s laughter echoed faintly through the stone corridors later that night.

It wasn't thoughtful of me to inject drugs into your system but I had to calm you down and because of that, I would like to apologise. I'll see you soon, Rose. Sincerely, Elia I read and I fold it back again; swallowing the nonexistent lump in my throat. How does he even know my name? Sitting down on the ground, I try to close my eyes and calm myself down. This has all changed into something different—literally. My life has always been dark and awful but then, a knight in shining armour comes to save the day. He wasn't exactly a knight in shining armour.

I follow, with Seraphine behind me. "Why is she following?" Rose glares towards her. "Because I'm his mate as well," Seraphine smiles at her. Shit. Rose glares and walks faster, so I speed up to catch her. "Let me explain." "You didn't reject her?" She argues as she continues to walk. "I can't just reject her. It's not right." I keep walking to stay with her. "Rose, listen to me." I grab her wrist, and she pulls away and storms forward.

Her golden eyes glowed, piercing through the smoke, and in her hand she held a staff carved with runes that pulsed with red light. Seraphine smiled at them as if she had already won. Lyra clutched Isla close, feeling the child stir against her chest. “Stay asleep, please,” she whispered, praying her daughter would not wake to this nightmare. Seraphine’s eyes landed on the child, and her smile widened. “Ah, little star. Even from here I can feel your power. You are the light that will burn this world to ash.” Damien stepped in front of Lyra, blocking Seraphine’s view. His voice was steady, though rage shook inside him.

"But now, I've got bigger things I need to do for your dad." Burrowing into his arms, I looked up at him in confusion. "What?" "Continuing his bloodline, of course." I barely had time to register what he meant before he flipped me over and pinned me to the couch. I could practically taste the testosterone rolling off him as he kissed me slowly, reverently, then trailed his lips down south. He was relentless and demanding at night, refusing to cut me some slack. A week later, I'd visibly lost weight from all the extra exercise.

he called out. My hands gripped the doorknob, twisting it open. I stepped inside, and he stood tall and handsome by his bed, naked. His hand stroking his cock and his lustful eyes roaming my body. I swallowed hard at the sight of his already hard cock, my pussy pulsing with needs. Fuck! Quickly I looked away, yanking away the veil. It was silent for a while, then a satisfied smirk spread across his face. "I can't tell you apart from the dead Queen, Seraphina," he said, still stroking his cock. "Just that you look even more beautiful than her."

Power rolled off her in quiet waves. She smiled, slow and knowing. “Miss Kane. My name is Seraphine. I serve the High Priest. He sent me to check on the… interesting child.” Her gaze slid past me to the bed where Leo lay, gold flecks already returning to his eyes. Seraphine’s smile widened just enough to show the tips of her fangs. “My, my,” she murmured. “The bloodline does not lie, does it?” The door was still half-open. Leo was still burning.